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armwriostle) wrote2024-01-03 12:12 am
armwriostle) wrote2024-01-03 12:12 am
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[ moves us here because the enormous post scares me ]
definitely a good conversation starter.
we're gonna have to find this movie later.
[ and make out and miss the whole thing, eiden isn't good at paying attention to shit when there's an attractive man in the room. regardless. ]
so. is that an invitation for RIGHT NOW? because i'm NOT opposed, your grace. i could always invite you up to my suite.
definitely a good conversation starter.
we're gonna have to find this movie later.
[ and make out and miss the whole thing, eiden isn't good at paying attention to shit when there's an attractive man in the room. regardless. ]
so. is that an invitation for RIGHT NOW? because i'm NOT opposed, your grace. i could always invite you up to my suite.
Well, I hope that it's as enjoyable as this profile seems to imply it is.
I imagine that we can find it somewhere in this place. Somewhere.
[Eiden, just say you want to Netflix and chill. It would be easier than going out of your way to find a movie you're not going to even watch.]
It can be if you want it to be.
I think I've made it obvious that I'm fine being a booty call. Just say the word. Woof~
I imagine that we can find it somewhere in this place. Somewhere.
[Eiden, just say you want to Netflix and chill. It would be easier than going out of your way to find a movie you're not going to even watch.]
It can be if you want it to be.
I think I've made it obvious that I'm fine being a booty call. Just say the word. Woof~
Dear Wriothesley,
Let's get acquainted for fun and results. If you are not otherwise occupied this evening, why not stop by my suite for a cup of tea and other refreshments?
Your friend,
Lorenz
🌹
[Endure him. Come by for this date/booty call/tea party.]
Let's get acquainted for fun and results. If you are not otherwise occupied this evening, why not stop by my suite for a cup of tea and other refreshments?
Your friend,
Lorenz
🌹
[Endure him. Come by for this date/booty call/tea party.]
[Wriothesley can't help but snort and chuckle at the text he sees pop-up on his watch. It's completely unsurprising to him that Lorenz would send him a text in such a way. How endearing.
Fun and results, huh?
He doesn't reply to the text, but once the early evening hits, Lorenz will hear a knock on his room door. Wriothesley is wearing black slacks today with a wine red dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He decided to forego a waistcoat, looking marginally more casual than usual.]
Fun and results, huh?
He doesn't reply to the text, but once the early evening hits, Lorenz will hear a knock on his room door. Wriothesley is wearing black slacks today with a wine red dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He decided to forego a waistcoat, looking marginally more casual than usual.]
Wriothesley, I need you.
[ Pinocchio????? Phrasing?????
It's okay. He gobsmacked the great Signor Venigni good with this one too, back in Krat. No, he did not learn his lesson. ]
[ Pinocchio????? Phrasing?????
It's okay. He gobsmacked the great Signor Venigni good with this one too, back in Krat. No, he did not learn his lesson. ]
...?
[Hello??? Okay, the other must be okay. They didn't use their safeword or anything so this just seems to be...a booty call?]
What can I do for you, Pinocchio? Should I come find you? You asked for me so bluntly, I can't help but blush.
[Hello??? Okay, the other must be okay. They didn't use their safeword or anything so this just seems to be...a booty call?]
What can I do for you, Pinocchio? Should I come find you? You asked for me so bluntly, I can't help but blush.
[The morning-ish of this nonsense.]
I have discovered some interesting photos of you on my watch that I do not remember taking, monsieur.
I have discovered some interesting photos of you on my watch that I do not remember taking, monsieur.
Ah, the princess has awoken.
Interesting in what way? Perhaps you can enlighten me. I am not the most photogenic guy, so I prefer that people not take pictures of me. [Imagine saying you aren't photogenic. The latter is true though. Wriothesley likes to carefully regulate any media about him.]
Mora for your thoughts?
Interesting in what way? Perhaps you can enlighten me. I am not the most photogenic guy, so I prefer that people not take pictures of me. [Imagine saying you aren't photogenic. The latter is true though. Wriothesley likes to carefully regulate any media about him.]
Mora for your thoughts?
[ In the still-early morning hours following the conclusion of the resort's hallowed game, Kizuna feels — righter in his mind, but there's still a curious pull in his heart. Record of what happened on his body. So naturally, he sends the following text: ]
Are you home?
Are you home?
[There isn't an immediate reply. Maybe it's because the man is still asleep or merely because he is considering what he wants to say. It's more of the latter.
Exhaustion settles in his bones as he sits curled up on his broken bed nursing a cup of tea in his hands and cigarette between his lips as he looks at the message that had appeared. He places the cup aside and finally replies once his nerves have settled a bit more. The event might have waned, but it's taking his senses time to adjust back to normal.]
I'm home.
Exhaustion settles in his bones as he sits curled up on his broken bed nursing a cup of tea in his hands and cigarette between his lips as he looks at the message that had appeared. He places the cup aside and finally replies once his nerves have settled a bit more. The event might have waned, but it's taking his senses time to adjust back to normal.]
I'm home.
[ When he finally gets the pop-up notification he'd been waiting for, Sylvain grins down at his watch before getting up and making his way across the hall.
He's not actually sure Wriothesley's in his room right now, but it doesn't hurt to check. And if not, he's got some time to kill.
Still, he's still grinning when he lifts his hand to rap his knuckles against the door in a brisk knock.
...He hopes Wriothesley isn't gonna get mad over this, but it's too late now! ]
He's not actually sure Wriothesley's in his room right now, but it doesn't hurt to check. And if not, he's got some time to kill.
Still, he's still grinning when he lifts his hand to rap his knuckles against the door in a brisk knock.
...He hopes Wriothesley isn't gonna get mad over this, but it's too late now! ]
[Sylvain can probably hear it. The muffled groan and the creak of the ruined frame of his bed through the door and walls. It takes another minute or two for Wriothesley to finally open the door.
He's dressed in just sweat pants and no shirt as he yawns. The long mane of hair even messier than usual as he absentmindedly runs his fingers through it. The only reason Sylvain is getting such a sight is because he was in the middle of being asleep, and it says a lot that his body has gotten used to the man's aura for his fight or flight not to kick in.]
What do you want?
He's dressed in just sweat pants and no shirt as he yawns. The long mane of hair even messier than usual as he absentmindedly runs his fingers through it. The only reason Sylvain is getting such a sight is because he was in the middle of being asleep, and it says a lot that his body has gotten used to the man's aura for his fight or flight not to kick in.]
What do you want?
[Hi. Sorry. He doesn't reply right away because he is absolutely laughing at the bastardization of his name. He knows that his name is difficult for a lot, but seeing it spelled out in such a way is taking him out.]
Hello. I wasn't expecting a message out of the blue like this.
[He isn't correcting her. HE ISN'T CORRECTING HER.]
Well, I am always willing to do favours. If you present it as something for your birthday, then I simply cannot refuse. What is it that you need?
Hello. I wasn't expecting a message out of the blue like this.
[He isn't correcting her. HE ISN'T CORRECTING HER.]
Well, I am always willing to do favours. If you present it as something for your birthday, then I simply cannot refuse. What is it that you need?
[ This arrives in the middle of the night, right after Ragna's dumb poem, since she's going in order. It's only fair. Also, this is a normal thing to do for someone you barely know, so don't question it. ]
You're an eight? It's enough for me!
It's so great, stats for you three!
I can't relate, but that's just fine.
Some may hate; you won't get mine!
For our date, there's no need to add
The true weight of your sausage clad.
Some may debate, "You want thick, not long!"
...Why keep gate on your magnificent
member?
You're an eight? It's enough for me!
It's so great, stats for you three!
I can't relate, but that's just fine.
Some may hate; you won't get mine!
For our date, there's no need to add
The true weight of your sausage clad.
Some may debate, "You want thick, not long!"
...Why keep gate on your magnificent
member?
[It so happens that Wriothesley is awake. He has always held kind of odd hours. Not odd enough that he isn't around the Fortress during working hours, but odd enough that he might not always be awake when the first shift in the production zone starts.
He isn't sure what spurred this, but he can tell what it is talking about.]
This is quite a witty poem.
Are you not allowed to rhyme long with schlong? I believe that is still slang that would fit, no?
That being said, why are we talking about my dick?
There are easier ways for a booty call.
You could just ask.
He isn't sure what spurred this, but he can tell what it is talking about.]
This is quite a witty poem.
Are you not allowed to rhyme long with schlong? I believe that is still slang that would fit, no?
That being said, why are we talking about my dick?
There are easier ways for a booty call.
You could just ask.
you can decide how long it took for her to get back with...this lol
holeinwall
- 2024-08-06 00:53 (UTC) - Expand[The other is free to keep using audio, but Wriothesley much prefers keeping himself to text. It's just to try and hold a bit of anonymity, even if the other is requesting him by name.]
That's correct. I'm the bunny man.
[It's too bad text doesn't relay how teasing his tone would be. They might be able to tell anyways.]
What do I owe the pleasure to? It is not everyday a man gets such a beautiful man contacting them out of the blue.
That's correct. I'm the bunny man.
[It's too bad text doesn't relay how teasing his tone would be. They might be able to tell anyways.]
What do I owe the pleasure to? It is not everyday a man gets such a beautiful man contacting them out of the blue.
[You know, he should be nicer to Wriothesley. He's one of the few people who would willingly carry his drunk ass back to his own room and take care of him instead of leaving him for dead, and maybe that added to the stack of things that made Rinne just a little more affectionate with him.
Except Rinne thinks Wriothesley could use the unpredictability in his life. He never said he needed it, it was all Rinne's decision, and it also made it easier to hide the actual reason Rinne went out of his way to seek him out this time. You know, the actual, normal reason of being worried, since people keep disappearing and he didn't want one of his favorite people to disappear too.
But that's too honest, and thus Rinne goes about this the only way he knows how.]
Warden! Catch me!
[Whatever Wriothesley is holding, hopefully it wasn't important, because Rinne is running towards him at top speed and leaping into his arms like a bat out of hell, laughing maniacally.]
Except Rinne thinks Wriothesley could use the unpredictability in his life. He never said he needed it, it was all Rinne's decision, and it also made it easier to hide the actual reason Rinne went out of his way to seek him out this time. You know, the actual, normal reason of being worried, since people keep disappearing and he didn't want one of his favorite people to disappear too.
But that's too honest, and thus Rinne goes about this the only way he knows how.]
Warden! Catch me!
[Whatever Wriothesley is holding, hopefully it wasn't important, because Rinne is running towards him at top speed and leaping into his arms like a bat out of hell, laughing maniacally.]
[No one would be able to tell, but Wriothesley is an awful morning person. He's more of a night owl and getting up was always a struggle for him. It would be hard to know this though with how he was always up before the other person if they're sharing beds and was a relatively light sleeper.
Instead, he yawns as he heads back to his room from the hotel lobby with a cup of coffee in one hand and some car components he had pulled apart from another car in the parking garage. He preferred taking cars apart at hours where there are less people around, but he was definitely feeling the want of getting a little bit more sleep
Apparently, the gods above have something else in mind. He barely processes the voice and the words before he sees Rinne barreling towards him.] Wh- Wait! Rinne, I-
[There's really no time. He can only do with what little time afforded to him. Wriothesley drops all the stuff in his hands before Rinne comes leaping into his arms. Not only does he catch the other, but he also stays steady on his feet.
Still-] Rinne?!
Instead, he yawns as he heads back to his room from the hotel lobby with a cup of coffee in one hand and some car components he had pulled apart from another car in the parking garage. He preferred taking cars apart at hours where there are less people around, but he was definitely feeling the want of getting a little bit more sleep
Apparently, the gods above have something else in mind. He barely processes the voice and the words before he sees Rinne barreling towards him.] Wh- Wait! Rinne, I-
[There's really no time. He can only do with what little time afforded to him. Wriothesley drops all the stuff in his hands before Rinne comes leaping into his arms. Not only does he catch the other, but he also stays steady on his feet.
Still-] Rinne?!
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Hey.
Quick question.
What the hell does half of this say?
No. Most of this.
Quick question.
What the hell does half of this say?
No. Most of this.
Oh? Wriothesley is fine. No need for formalities.
What do you need?
What do you need?
You'll never believe how hard it was to get out of my suite today! Did you know you get an actual red carpet on your birthday? I've never seen one in person before, but I had no idea how much it'd get in the way of everything...I wonder if our neighbors were annoyed?
from here
I can admire your caution. It’s never wise to leave yourself open to vulnerability.
( He grew up thinking he’d be with Robin, come on. With that dream pulled violently from under his feet, what can he believe in now? He can’t tell this stranger this, obviously. )
It’s a privilege to have the choice to get involved with someone I care for, so that bond is nourished for eternity. Through sex or emotion. That can’t be replicated with multiple people, no. That would be what you call cheating. That being said, I don’t have anybody here to cheat on. Sex is exhausting.
( How does he know? He knows. )
I might as well be dead now since this place seems like it’s condemning me. That’s another conversation, though.
Hah. You’re the one who reached out, didn’t you? You still have the choice to not meet up with me if you don’t want to. But it’s very likely we will end up running into one another somewhere in the resort, and I at least want to know your name. I’ll look forward to a real smile once I see you and then I can make the choice.
I’m not familiar with everything yet, so tell me where to meet you.
I can admire your caution. It’s never wise to leave yourself open to vulnerability.
( He grew up thinking he’d be with Robin, come on. With that dream pulled violently from under his feet, what can he believe in now? He can’t tell this stranger this, obviously. )
It’s a privilege to have the choice to get involved with someone I care for, so that bond is nourished for eternity. Through sex or emotion. That can’t be replicated with multiple people, no. That would be what you call cheating. That being said, I don’t have anybody here to cheat on. Sex is exhausting.
( How does he know? He knows. )
I might as well be dead now since this place seems like it’s condemning me. That’s another conversation, though.
Hah. You’re the one who reached out, didn’t you? You still have the choice to not meet up with me if you don’t want to. But it’s very likely we will end up running into one another somewhere in the resort, and I at least want to know your name. I’ll look forward to a real smile once I see you and then I can make the choice.
I’m not familiar with everything yet, so tell me where to meet you.
AH THANK YOU FOR WAITING. I got sick on top of traveling/work T_T;;
armwriostle
2024-07-22 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Vulnerability should be earned, not forced. At least that is my opinion.
Sex can be exhausting, that's true, but it can be enjoyed. In a place like this, it's good to be able to separate what you might want for an intimate act and what you might merely seek for the sake of pleasure. If you end up here long term, both can coexist in my opinion.
People know how to communicate and if they don't, it is good to learn.
[Wriothesley loves things that exhaust him, so isn't particularly bothered about sex being exhausting. This man was a bit of a meathead after all.]
I reached out for conversation. I don't actually care to force someone on a date with me because the resort has deemed it to happen. But if this is a mutual agreement, then I am happy to make accommodations for a date.
If you are amenable to afternoon tea, there is a cafe in the Early Bird Hall in which their afternoon tea set is quite good and their tea selection is expansive enough that they should have a tea to your liking.
I can come pick you up from your room. Might as well give a tour of the place while I'm at it.
Sex can be exhausting, that's true, but it can be enjoyed. In a place like this, it's good to be able to separate what you might want for an intimate act and what you might merely seek for the sake of pleasure. If you end up here long term, both can coexist in my opinion.
People know how to communicate and if they don't, it is good to learn.
[Wriothesley loves things that exhaust him, so isn't particularly bothered about sex being exhausting. This man was a bit of a meathead after all.]
I reached out for conversation. I don't actually care to force someone on a date with me because the resort has deemed it to happen. But if this is a mutual agreement, then I am happy to make accommodations for a date.
If you are amenable to afternoon tea, there is a cafe in the Early Bird Hall in which their afternoon tea set is quite good and their tea selection is expansive enough that they should have a tea to your liking.
I can come pick you up from your room. Might as well give a tour of the place while I'm at it.
[ It's always curiosity that leads her to do the things the resort wants out of them. Most of the time it brings her to something interesting, nothing wrong with that. As she follows her golden string over to a particular suit.
A gentle knocking at Wriothesley's door as she waits for confirmation that he's in. ]
A gentle knocking at Wriothesley's door as she waits for confirmation that he's in. ]
[Wriothesley answers the door with a bit of a yawn. He was still in sweatpants and no shirt and the man seemed like he had just woken up. Given how inconsistent his schedule can become, this probably isn’t that far from the truth.
He folds his arms over his chest and tilts his head as he regards the other curiously.] Kyoko. What can I do for you?
He folds his arms over his chest and tilts his head as he regards the other curiously.] Kyoko. What can I do for you?
[ after the festival and the strings game dies down, wriothesley will find a small package left outside his door. there's no note, just his name written on a tag attached to the package in clorinde's hand.
upon opening, he'll find a cute little tea infuser. consider this a small check-in of sorts. enjoy. ]
upon opening, he'll find a cute little tea infuser. consider this a small check-in of sorts. enjoy. ]
[Wriothesley is surprised by the small package. He checks the note first before taking it in, a soft smile as he recognizes the writing.
He doesn't mention anything about the gift, but there is something intentional about how Clorinde will probably notice the infuser resting on a quaint saucer that is always left on his kitchen counter. A silent show of affection for what she had given him whenever she visits.]
He doesn't mention anything about the gift, but there is something intentional about how Clorinde will probably notice the infuser resting on a quaint saucer that is always left on his kitchen counter. A silent show of affection for what she had given him whenever she visits.]
You'll have to be a little more descriptive, mademoiselle.
In this place, that sentence can mean anything. Or, at least, not the way you're probably meaning it.
In this place, that sentence can mean anything. Or, at least, not the way you're probably meaning it.
[ He had scarcely left check-in, more than a little relieved that he was no longer feeling quite as cold, as stiff, as he had been lately, when the cold fingers of anxiety closed around his heart.
He's felt this creeping shadow before, the way it strangles, when he hurried toward the hotel where his friends had hidden themselves from the dangers prowling Krat's streets. They were under attack, the drum beat of dread pounding in his breast. The people important to him were in danger.
This time, no one was in danger. Nothing prowled these hallways. It took a different shape, unfamiliar, but it hollowed him out. A feeling he couldn't define, but felt its lack like an amputation. His father couldn't, wouldn't give it to him, neither could Sophia, her pain too great to give any more than she already had. Romeo saw another boy in his countenance. There was no one. No one.
Not an hour later, he has Wriothesley's muscular thighs in his hands, knees up towards his broad, scarred shoulders, each crash of hips against his on his sweat-damp seat a slap, his urgency made noise. Wriothesley looks so beautiful like this, on his back, fuck-flushed and eyes hazy, his disheveled hair sticking to the sweat beading on his brow.
Wriothesley's heels hang in the air, the man practically folded in half as the puppet batters him toward rapture. Love me, Pinocchio prays. Love me, love me.
Does he? Can he? Will he? Is it something Pinocchio has to earn? 'Love' is a word he knows but only academically. He loves and doesn't know the contours of the feeling, bereft of example. He knows that it can't be taken, just as Wriothesley's love can't be demanded of him, but he let him in when he came knocking. That means something, it has to.
He can pray. Dream. Wish that the way Wriothesley's wet mouth slackens with pleasure is meant for him and only him. Lie to himself, once more. ]
He's felt this creeping shadow before, the way it strangles, when he hurried toward the hotel where his friends had hidden themselves from the dangers prowling Krat's streets. They were under attack, the drum beat of dread pounding in his breast. The people important to him were in danger.
This time, no one was in danger. Nothing prowled these hallways. It took a different shape, unfamiliar, but it hollowed him out. A feeling he couldn't define, but felt its lack like an amputation. His father couldn't, wouldn't give it to him, neither could Sophia, her pain too great to give any more than she already had. Romeo saw another boy in his countenance. There was no one. No one.
Not an hour later, he has Wriothesley's muscular thighs in his hands, knees up towards his broad, scarred shoulders, each crash of hips against his on his sweat-damp seat a slap, his urgency made noise. Wriothesley looks so beautiful like this, on his back, fuck-flushed and eyes hazy, his disheveled hair sticking to the sweat beading on his brow.
Wriothesley's heels hang in the air, the man practically folded in half as the puppet batters him toward rapture. Love me, Pinocchio prays. Love me, love me.
Does he? Can he? Will he? Is it something Pinocchio has to earn? 'Love' is a word he knows but only academically. He loves and doesn't know the contours of the feeling, bereft of example. He knows that it can't be taken, just as Wriothesley's love can't be demanded of him, but he let him in when he came knocking. That means something, it has to.
He can pray. Dream. Wish that the way Wriothesley's wet mouth slackens with pleasure is meant for him and only him. Lie to himself, once more. ]
[In retrospect, he shouldn't have been embarrassed for his monstrous display back in October when he all but took the other in a feral desperation upon seeing the other no longer in stone. Not when Pinocchio had immediately came to him upon them properly checked in.
Especially because Pinocchio has him folded in half and absolutely reminding him that their physicalities are really quite unmatched. He really was not going to compare to their strength and stamina. And, frankly, he can't complain.
There's nothing more satisfying than the ache and burn of being split open, plowed over and over with reckless abandon. Toes curl in the air and he fists the sheets tightly in some desperation to keep himself grounded from the mounting pleasure taking over his body. Sweat runs and drool drips from his chin as Pinocchio doesn't relent on their need to fill him. To make him feel their cock practically in his throat. Moans flow from his lips like water, his gaze barely focused as the other rocks in and out of his needy hole.]
P-Pino-! S-Sunshine... [He can barely choke out any words, the strength of Pinocchio's thrusts making it hard to get his thoughts together.] I'm not going to last much longer like this.
[Not that this is a problem. He's pretty sure that was the smaller man's aim in the first place.]
Especially because Pinocchio has him folded in half and absolutely reminding him that their physicalities are really quite unmatched. He really was not going to compare to their strength and stamina. And, frankly, he can't complain.
There's nothing more satisfying than the ache and burn of being split open, plowed over and over with reckless abandon. Toes curl in the air and he fists the sheets tightly in some desperation to keep himself grounded from the mounting pleasure taking over his body. Sweat runs and drool drips from his chin as Pinocchio doesn't relent on their need to fill him. To make him feel their cock practically in his throat. Moans flow from his lips like water, his gaze barely focused as the other rocks in and out of his needy hole.]
P-Pino-! S-Sunshine... [He can barely choke out any words, the strength of Pinocchio's thrusts making it hard to get his thoughts together.] I'm not going to last much longer like this.
[Not that this is a problem. He's pretty sure that was the smaller man's aim in the first place.]
[ In early November, whatever Wriothesley may be doing and wherever he may be, he'll suddenly find a staff member of the House waiting for him or knocking on his door with a present.
Said present is a small black box tied in a sapphire blue ribbon. Inside is a headband and a collar, and instead of a star-shaped hole on the bell, there's a snowflake on it.
The staff doesn't say anything as to who it's from, only that it's from a Queen. Wriothesley will at least find a small card in the box, the size of a calling card. A silver snowflake is stamped on the centre, and the note itself is written in such beautiful handwriting that it may as well be calligraphy.
The note reads:
Rizely,
I'm not sure if blue would look good on you, so I played it safe with black. Let me know how you like it?
I just think it suits you.
W.S. ]
Said present is a small black box tied in a sapphire blue ribbon. Inside is a headband and a collar, and instead of a star-shaped hole on the bell, there's a snowflake on it.
The staff doesn't say anything as to who it's from, only that it's from a Queen. Wriothesley will at least find a small card in the box, the size of a calling card. A silver snowflake is stamped on the centre, and the note itself is written in such beautiful handwriting that it may as well be calligraphy.
The note reads:
Rizely,
I'm not sure if blue would look good on you, so I played it safe with black. Let me know how you like it?
I just think it suits you.
W.S. ]
A rare joke from a stunning mademoiselle? Say it ain't so.
I don't know though. Please enlighten me, won't you?
I don't know though. Please enlighten me, won't you?
[ on christmas morning, there's... a large box and a smaller one delivered to wriothesley's suite. in the bigger box, he'll find a record player with a few records of some classical and jazz music similar to what he'd play in his office back in fontaine. the smaller box contains a pair of gloves for him to wear when he's tinkering with machinery, and a small assortment of mint chocolates that she made herself (after numerous attempts).
there's no card, but there is a note in her handwriting: joyeux noël, wriothesley. — clorinde ]
there's no card, but there is a note in her handwriting: joyeux noël, wriothesley. — clorinde ]
["Christmas" isn't, strictly speaking, a holiday that Rufus particularly understands — and no amount of binging Hallmark holiday movies is likely to make it any clearer, particularly not when he's busy getting hung up on why a powerful female professional would abandon what appear to be all her life's ambitions in favor of a man with a beard who wears flannel and farms trees. Absolutely bizarre.
Nevertheless, once upon a time he and Wriothesley had a discussion about little treasures and simple joys, which is why a small and modest package shows up at his door on or about Christmas Day, marked as fragile, and containing a little something reminiscent of the sea that he suspects a man who prefers tea to coffee will find some use for.
There's no card — and maybe he wants it that way — but the lone tell of its buyer's identity is the fact that the wrapping is sleek and all-black, real posh nonsense that doesn't seem to suit the holiday at all.]
Nevertheless, once upon a time he and Wriothesley had a discussion about little treasures and simple joys, which is why a small and modest package shows up at his door on or about Christmas Day, marked as fragile, and containing a little something reminiscent of the sea that he suspects a man who prefers tea to coffee will find some use for.
There's no card — and maybe he wants it that way — but the lone tell of its buyer's identity is the fact that the wrapping is sleek and all-black, real posh nonsense that doesn't seem to suit the holiday at all.]
[ delivered to wriothesley's door from eiden is a box with deep red wrapping and black ribbons, streaked with white:
the first part is just a plethora of legos for his stockpile, some in very utilitarian colors and shapes, some for highly detailed projects, all of them useful for his modeling endeavors. they are separated by shape and color to easily add to his collection.
beneath this very practical (?) gift, is something even more fun: a strong, lacquered wooden box full of all kinds of puzzles and fun toys to play with. some of the are easily slipped into a pocket to fiddle around with during the day and have varying levels of difficulty from untangling chains to more complex rubick's cubes with far more blocks than the one he'd introducted him to. there are quite the variety.
the top of the box itself has a poured blue and white gradient lacquer, kind of like lapping waves onto shore. the box fits anything within reason the duke might want to stow away (his puzzles, any small notebooks, trinkets or keepsakes). ]
the first part is just a plethora of legos for his stockpile, some in very utilitarian colors and shapes, some for highly detailed projects, all of them useful for his modeling endeavors. they are separated by shape and color to easily add to his collection.
beneath this very practical (?) gift, is something even more fun: a strong, lacquered wooden box full of all kinds of puzzles and fun toys to play with. some of the are easily slipped into a pocket to fiddle around with during the day and have varying levels of difficulty from untangling chains to more complex rubick's cubes with far more blocks than the one he'd introducted him to. there are quite the variety.
the top of the box itself has a poured blue and white gradient lacquer, kind of like lapping waves onto shore. the box fits anything within reason the duke might want to stow away (his puzzles, any small notebooks, trinkets or keepsakes). ]
[ A red box, its lid held closed by a darker red felted ribbon. Inside is a tin containing three balls of flowering tea that, when placed in a glass teapot full of hot water, the bundle will unfurl, blooming into a red lily, from which sprouts a pale jasmine bloom. This spring-fresh green tea is sappy with the taste of sweet jasmine blossoms and soft lily petal aroma.
A card, bordered with what looks like a carefully-penned bar of sheet music wrapping around its edges, reads:
'Each winter, it is said my hometown would celebrate with a festival held in honor of a Saint whose faithful steed carried him through the sky, granting gifts to the people. In gratitude, the children placed their gifts on the antlers of his steed, and for years thereafter, Krat citizens would decorate the branches of trees to continue this tradition.
I hope that you will enjoy this gift, a paltry thing compared with the gift of your friendship, for which I remain ever thankful.
Wishing you warmth and joy,
Pinocchio.'
Pinned into the corner of the letter is an earring made with a few gold-plated gears. They have been polished and are of surpassing quality, but show signs of wear, with a tine missing or worn down here and there. ]
A card, bordered with what looks like a carefully-penned bar of sheet music wrapping around its edges, reads:
'Each winter, it is said my hometown would celebrate with a festival held in honor of a Saint whose faithful steed carried him through the sky, granting gifts to the people. In gratitude, the children placed their gifts on the antlers of his steed, and for years thereafter, Krat citizens would decorate the branches of trees to continue this tradition.
I hope that you will enjoy this gift, a paltry thing compared with the gift of your friendship, for which I remain ever thankful.
Wishing you warmth and joy,
Pinocchio.'
Pinned into the corner of the letter is an earring made with a few gold-plated gears. They have been polished and are of surpassing quality, but show signs of wear, with a tine missing or worn down here and there. ]
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